12/23/2013

A Family Christmas Story - 2: At the beginning

Continuing the review of blogs I have written about celebrating Christmas in our family.

Jim loved Christmas. He was raised in a large family in California surrounded by extended families in the area so he loved to celebrate - even when we were living so far from either family.

I, on the other hand, never really liked Christmas. Some of my childhood holidays are spiced with love and laughter and I prize those memories but many other are best forgotten. My father was an alcoholic and the Christmas Holidays triggered unhappy memories for him and tension and unhappiness for the rest of us.
Jim's love of the Season went a long way to teach me that Christmas is a time to be happy.

That's one reason I like to look back on our Christmas-es together

Blog From December 2008

Christmas 1957682 Argyle Road, Brooklyn New York.We
moved to Brooklyn in July 1957 when Jim graduated from medical school
and was assigned to Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn for his
internship.

Christmas 1957

1957 was our first Christmas on-our-own.
Jim and I were married December 30, 1955 and Jim came to Charlotte for
that Christmas with my family. The next year Jimmy was one month old and
we went to Charlotte for the holidays and for Jimmy's Baptism at
Assumption Catholic Church, where Jim and I were married the year
before.

We still have and prize a few of the fragile
glass ornaments that we bought at Bargaintown USA - one of the pioneer
warehouse-type operations in Brooklyn. The balls are decorated with
silver glitter.

Christmas Ornament, circa 1957, purchased from Bargain Town USA,

Brooklyn, NY

What was bright and shiny for years is now darklytarnished by 50 years of being wrapped and un-wrapped with newspaper scraps.In those days an intern's salary was laughable so we planned a very spare Christmas.

The
single interns took the duty on Christmas so the married guys could
spend the day with their families. It was a swap. Married guys worked
New Years Eve. I was grateful and Jim would have hated missing being
there for Jimmy's first Santa.Santa brought
Jimmy the noisy push toy he is holding and a classic small wagon of
colored wooden blocks. By the time he had opened all the gifts for him
sent from Califoria and North Carolina he was over-whelmed. Stopping
only long enough to take a bite of the candy he found in his stocking.
He was a happy kid, laughing and grinning all day.We
went to mid-morning Mass at St. Rose of Lima Church about a mile away
and then drove over to the hospital for a sumptious traditional dinner
which we could not have afforded at home and I had no clue how to cook.

Jim
says he thinks we drove to Manhattan after eating, parked the car, took
out the stroller for Jimmy and walked down Fifth Avenue to see the
animated windows at Saks and then take in the monumental tree at Rockefeller Center.

Back to 2013

Storytelling has taught me to watch for the ways life circles back on itself when I work on my personal stories.

Jim and I left Brooklyn in 1958 and did not live in New York again. However after we moved to Washington, DC area in 1964 we went back frequently and usually at Christmas.

In the late 1960s Jim entered training as a Psychoanalyist at the Washington Psychoanalytic School and every December Candidates attended the American Psychoanalytic Society Meeting in New York City at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. That meeting was always scheduled the weekend before Christmas - not convenient true, but that was a magic time to be in New York. And at the Waldorf - Astoria Hotel with all its lavish Christmas Decorations. On Park Avenue we were a quick walk from St Patrick's Cathedral, Saks Fifth Avenue and Rockefeller Center.
Not to mention access to all the wonderful museums in NYC.

Several Christmases in the 1970s we took Jimmy and Karen and Robin with us so that we could all share the magic - visit the Metropolitan Museum, see a few plays and take in all the sights of Manhattan.

Then one Christmas in the 1990s all our East Coast family which now included our grand-daughters
took the train and spent a Christmas week-end at the Waldorf -Astoria Hotel where we enjoyed the magic of New York City: Rockefeller Center, Radio City Music Hall, Macy's Santa Village and Santa Claus.

I am so grateful it is all part of our family's Christmas stories. Just writing this down prompts me to remember more and more and know that I will be looking for pictrures later today to see what stories the others remember when we sit down for supper Christmas Eve.

Brierly Road Christmas

Telling the stories of our family stories of Christmas

is the best way to remember and honor Jim and celebrate all he was to us.

1 comment:

Ellouise, an evocative post. Of course I am remembering my mother, who loved the holidays usually. There were dark years for her, years when she suffered with depression and other ills, but my memories are not of those times but of our house rocking with people and laughter, food and song. And of course I think of my son Jon and miss him more than ever. He seldom spent this holiday with us because of distance and the uncertainty of travel in the mountains in winter but he always called. I miss his voice, his hugs, and above all his love. Very much.